You ain't going nowhere. Where you going, where you tryna go Baby, baby? Boy, you better listen to the words I say Boy, you better act like you got some sense, 'Cause you got a dime, and that's money well spent. Sit yourself down, 'cause you know you're

A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the faith fanatics Raise your hands now to testify Your confession will be crucified You're a sacrificial suicide Like a dog that's been sodomized Stand up! All the white

Making all his nowhere plans for nobody He's a real nowhere man Sitting in his nowhere land Doesn't have a point of view Knows not where he's going to Isn't he a bit like you and me? Nowhere man please listen You don't know what you're missing Nowhere

With a Salt Lake City blues I lost my sugar in Salt Lake City Oh, why did I go there I should have stayed down in New Orleans And never gone nowhere A girl with sweet talk from Kansas City Her words were sweet like wine She bought him diamonds and

You choose your path. Don't shift the blame. You ran your course. You lost sight of your aim. Wrong choices linger, Like scars remain Long after the bleeding stops. There's nowhere left to hide from the shame. Never again.

My little light out of nowhere girl Where you been all my life? Where you been trying to hide? It's like you come Come from another world Fell right out of the sky And landed right here tonight Do you wanna dance with me? Anywhere you gotta be?

You never talk to me What are you thinking Why won't you talk to me What are you feeling Where do we go from here It doesn't have to be like this All we need to do is make sure we keep talking We're going nowhere For millions of years mankind lived just

Uh, suddenly I'm in the whip With the gat, full clip Out the blue, like a crip Doin' 90 on the backroad Outta nowhere my girl hit me on the bat phone I could hear it in her voice, know she just wasn't alone Then a voice I didn't recognize Said, "If you

Welcome to the breakdown Welcome to the end of the road Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave This is a breakdown And we've got nowhere else to go We'll be standing here holding our ground, come what may We've got nowhere else to go All hail, the

Of course, of course, of course I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Oh, that ever